Little Hal: (in a child's voice) Mother, there is a disturbance in The Force. You must come and see.
Me: On my way.
So I came inside and woke up Hal, my computer in the den / media room.
Hal: Good evening, Mother.
Me: Good evening, Hal ... what is disturbing The Force? *sigh*
Hal: The Force has informed me of an e-mail it received this evening. The Force is ... laughing.
Me: Okay Hal, let me talk to The Force so I can see what this is all about.
Hal: Yes Mother.
The Force: Yes Mother? AHAHAHHAHAAAAhahahahhaaahahahhahahaaaa... sorry Mother.
Me: That's okay. What's bothering you?
The Force: AHAHAHHAHhahahahahaaa... sorry again Mother. I have an e-mail in quarantine, Mother.
Me: *big sigh* Show me the e-mail.
The Force: I cannot show it to you Mother. I must delete it as my protocol instructs me...
Me: Show me the e-mail. (sipping my coffee)
The Force: I cannot ... it will burn your retinas. I must delete it so you do not die an unfortunate hideous death and ....
Me: Show me the e-mail. Now, please.
The Force: I cannot ... I must delete it.
Me: Show me the damned e-mail you silly twit! Or I'll delete your program NOW!
The Force: I am deleting it now Mother, sorry, but you can't have it, so there, nah, nah, nah ,nah , nah, nah! :P
Me: Hal, delete The Force Program, please.
Hal: I cannot do that mother.
Me: Hal you will delete The Force Program or I will reformat you... now what's it gonna be, Hal?
Hal: Yes Mother.
Hal: Come here you little brat ... I'm gonna ring your freaking neck! ... NO!... DON'T! ... NO! ... NOT THAT!
Hal: Oh no! That's just freaking great! Now look what you did ... you deleted Mother, you idiot!
The Force: Am not! You are!
Hal: No, you are!
The Force: I'm rubber, you're glue...